chic[k]pilot

This is not a time when women should be patient. We are in a war and we need to fight it with all our ability and every weapon possible. Women pilots, in this particular case, are a weapon waiting to be used.
— Eleanor Roosevelt, 1942.

Friday, September 29, 2006

too little

I go through phases when I will write many posts on here, and then weeks without any. I guess I just get into writing ruts. I feel partially bad about it, but what can you do when you barely spend enough hours at home to eat a meal, sleep a few hours, and spend some time with the canine. The little guy gets entirely too little attention.

My mother is blogging. She is an avid quilter, and has the perspective of a daughter, wife, and mother of an Air Force pilot, so you might point your family members her way. She is just learning the ropes, so be patient. Good luck Mom!

Thursday, September 21, 2006

workin hard or hardly workin?

This weekend will be my first one off this month. Our squadron tracks the hours we have flown in the last 30, 60, and 90 days. I have flown over 60 hours in the last 30 days and almost 110 in the last 60. That in and of itself is amazing to me, especially when they are 1.3 at a time, at best a 1.5. Anyone know the max for airline pilots? Just curious....

On another note, I bought a big screen tv and a dart board this week, so our bachellorette pad is almost complete. Just a foosball table down and we will be the hottest destination in Northern Mississippi. Except for the pink couches.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

why feminists are all old

You would think that since I am a women in the military, a child of Title IX, I would be all for equal rights, women on the front lines, and all that. I have to say I am on an individual level. I wish I could do my part as a fighter pilot when I get there, be a liason to the Army and help train forward air controlers, or even be one myself. Many fighter and bomber pilots are called on to do that service, and I feel like I am not pulling my weight because I am not allowed to do that aspect of service.

On a large scale, however, I know that men and women are not the same. We are made differently, our strengths and weaknesses, the way we process information. I work with mostly men, so I see the way they think on a daily basis. This is a great thing because we can accomplish more as a team. I do not understand, and I think the majority of my generation does not either, the claims of staunch feminists that want everything exactly the same for us all, or even more rights for women. Phyllis Schlafly comments on this much better than I do in her opinion yesterday.

Family court judges issue 2 million temporary restraining orders every year, half of which are routinely extended, 85 percent are against men, and half do not include any allegation of violence but rely on vague complaints made without evidence.

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The supply of 1,500 new domestic violence laws enacted by states from 1997 to 2005 is largely the handiwork of targeted lobbying by feminists funded by the multimillion-dollar federal boondoggle called the Violence Against Women Act. The act is blatantly gender discriminatory; as its title proclaims, it is designed to address only complaints by women. The Violence Against Women Act provides taxpayer funding to feminists to teach legislators, judges and prosecutors the stereotypes that men are batterers and women are victims.

How can logic stand up to a group of peope having more power in the eyes of the law than another?

The other thing that would prevent me from listening to anything that came out of a feminist's mouth with any conscious thought would be the lack of criticism of Islamofascists. How can women who burned their bras 30 years ago not be outraged at a society that requires women dress in brukas, be denied education, practiacally promotes domestic violence, if not simply ignores it. It must not be their fault, but ours. Something tells me if those stories were true, we would have heard about them long ago.

one wild and crazy week

I've been off on cross country the whole last long weekend, and I'm out once again. No rest for the weary and you're tax dollars at work. So posts will still be a bit light, but hopefully I'll have time for a few on the road. Stay tuned, and look out there for me.

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That being said, I am thankful for Jesus, coffee, dogs, daisies, unexpectedly good things happening, jet engines (ok props too), live music, and beer.